Monday, March 16, 2015

MINAL HAJRATWALA

(This feature is part of TRUCK’s Theme Issue on the List or Catalog Poem. You can go HERE for an Index of the Participating Poets.)

Force Hexagram (Six Unbroken Lines)

[Crossroads.
Half-night. Enter six POETESSES

pouring libations.
They throw the I Ching.]

1

What doesn’t break me makes me so I tried to tell the uncooked writer,
pour in water, boil the daal, strain. See that deleted liquid? Such a waste but
you can’t skip steps. We distill out lies before our words taste true.

4

They say his anger narcissized the world thrusting relentless “i”s
before pods & pads we daily revere, touch-touch more than our lovers, genitalia,
pets.